Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
X-102,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.